piqued | [for Henshaw] but if you try sometimes

[for Henshaw] but if you try sometimes

He was here for a Completely Unrelated Reason, but he's forgotten it now.

It's not something he doesn't Understand, really. He's got a Sense of why there are pages upon pages of writing on this desk, why there are familiar Names scattered through them and where the Impulse to craft a more perfect world comes from, although he himself had never been able to take pen to page about it.

But he's got his own Stories. He's got a whole Universe in his mind where Isaac and Urania have lived Happily Ever After in their very own Castle in the stars, where Victor and Zoë have their own beautiful Children, where his Father and Mother are Very Much in Love.

That doesn't make this tale involving himself and Zoë any more Sensible. That's why he's here puzzling over the pages rather than Whatever he came here to do, barely paying attention to the door.

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The dig of his lips is directly related to what feels like the near rip of one of his buttons. "Careful--"

Not that breaking his lips from hers isn't half to pull her own shirt over her head.

She ignores him, slips his shirt off of his shoulders as fast as she can, then starts on his pants. Her tugging might be made slightly inefficient by the way her brain stops at his fingers on her bare skin.

He'll deal with the Mess later. Now, here, it's more Important to get her naked, to ignore the pages still on the desk and shift her closer to the edge.

There's no Reason they're here, but since they are, best to get on it.

Her arms find their way around him. Her legs spread a bit wider. And she tips her head forward against his shoulder as she whimpers loudly.

Just Patently Not Good at shutting up, is she.

It doesn't Matter now. What matters is getting a good angle as he sinks his teeth into her shoulder, is hitting a good rhythm as his fingers leave dark bruises on her hips.

In her defense, she's not exactly used to rough sex. Not like this. Not where she's sure that she won't be able to walk afterwards.

It's the only kind of sex he really Knows. It's the Default for Unknowns. And it Fits when fucking someone at least half out of spite.

He'll gasp her name like it Means something out of instinct as well.

She'll moan her first name against his skin, whether or not she's "allowed" to use it, as her hips buck uncontrollably into his.

She's not. He'll clear that up later, when he's not gasping against her shoulder and gripping hard to keep her hips in rhythm with his own.

It won't take long for her to scream out as her orgasm hits her, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she lets her head drop against him.

He's not quite There, but he's good at Getting There on a rushed schedule. She'll only have to endure a few more moments before he hisses in something half like pleasure.

She'll get a kiss if she's quiet.

Unfortunately, Nelly isn't exactly one to keep quiet, if he hadn't figured that out already. "Well, that's certainly an... innovative way to ruin my work," she murmurs breathlessly, looking down at the papers scattered over the floor.

Such high hopes--dashed. "Will you hush for-- five seconds, Miss?"

Five seconds. She can probably do that. But- "Why?"

"So we can enjoy this for half a second." Or, well. She seemed already to be. But didn't he get any Quiet Afterglow?

"... enjoy?" She blinks up at him. "But-- I thought--"

"...thought what, exactly?" He hasn't let go of coddling her yet, although he's nearly ready to Give Up and get completely up.

She doesn't answer - not quite. Unless leaning up to kiss him quietly counts as a response.

It doesn't. Does. Whatever.

It certainly counts to make him pause, lips almost gentle against hers.

Her fingers curl at the nape of his neck, and she counts for ten seconds after pulling back before she murmurs, "better?"

"...yes." And that, and Solely that, is why he's kissing her again, fingers abandoning her hips to tangle in her mussed hair for a moment.

It almost feels like the kiss isn't spiteful. It's... a little scary. But with his fingers tight in her hair, she won't pull away.

Spiteful Afterglow is exhausting. Better to actually Enjoy a few moments being Close, kissing Softly.

Spite will come back when he properly pulls away.

... maybe he doesn't have to pull away.

That is. See how quiet she's being as long as his lips are on hers.

She is quiet when he's kissing her. He does like that in her. He's rather Content to linger here a little longer, nip just gently when he pulls his lips from hers.

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